March 29, 2021
I appreciate you and the many years of friendship you’ve provided.
Over the years I have been often asked “Why the Daily”. The following letter explains in part why I continue.
I just wanted to fill you in on my latest status. I have been diagnosed with stage 4 gallbladder cancer. It is very rare, ain’t I lucky. I have had no pain and only knew I was sick when I became jaundiced and had dark urine. They put a stent in the bile duct which has eliminated the jaundice and I feel fine. All the more surreal when they tell me that if I refuse chemo (my only option) I have 6 months if I can tolerate the chemo I have maybe a year. It is very aggressive and has spread to nodes in my neck and throughout my digestive tract.
Ray, your daily has meant a lot to me and my many friends I share it with. If you don’t mind, I may send you a few names that particularly look forward to the daily so you can add them to your list.
Thanks for being the warm, kind person you are.
I became aquainted with my friend Judy about 20 years ago at the offices of a major corporation in Chicago who was helping the UNICEF/Kiwanis International effort to raise the funds needed to help prevent one of the worlds leading causes of childrens disabilities. She was an executive secretary at the time and I had a few small contacts with her over a couple of years. While I knew most of the executives, including the company president I liked no one anymore than I liked Judy.
While I have not seen or talked to my friend for a couple of decades I feel like we have walked through our lives mentally together as we shared our mornings via the Daily. I feel the same way about many of you as well.
I woke up today with gratitude on my mind and heart. I appreciate you just because. Thanks for being a friend.
Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-somethings shudder and say “Eeeew!” But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself:
The US population was less than 150 million…Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better… And that was good.
The average annual salary was under $3,000…Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life… And that was good.
A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents…But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one… And that was good.
Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriett, and Lassie…So nobody’d ever heard of ratings or filters… And that was good.
We didn’t have air-conditioning…So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike… And that was good.
Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins…But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan… And that was good.
Most families needed only one job…Meaning Mom was home when school let out… And that was good.
You loved to climb into a fresh bed…Because sheets were dried on the clothesline… And that was good.
People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives…So “child care” meant grandparents or aunts and uncles… And that was good.
TV was in black-and-white…But all outdoors was in glorious color…And that was certainly good.
Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody’s carburetor…And the Dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs… And that was very good.
Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard…And chickens behind the garage… And that was definitely good.
And just when you were about to do something really bad…Chances were you’d run into your Dad’s high school coach…Or the nosy old lady from up the street…Or your little sister’s piano teacher…Or somebody from church…ALL of whom knew your parents’ phone number…And YOUR first name… And even THAT was good!
We have enough youth, how about a fountain of Smart?
A bishop discovered a tribe of Indians in the Yukon who had never recorded a baptism, confirmation or marriage. The bishop soon rectified the situation by baptizing and confirming everyone. He also married every beaming couple that walked by.
Later, the tribal chief told the Bishop the tribe had never had so much fun. The bishop asked the chief which part they enjoyed the most.
“The marriage service,” the chief said, smiling. “We all got new wives!”
I am willing to make the mistakes if someone else is willing to learn from them.
A manager is told by his doctor that he has to take on some sport so he decides to play tennis. After a couple of weeks his secretary asks him how he’s doing.
“It’s going fine”, the manager says, “When I’m on the court and I see the ball speeding towards me my brain immediately says: “To the corner! Back hand! To the net! Smash! Go back!”
“Really? What happens then?” the girl asks all enthusiastic.
“Then my body says: Who? Me? Don’t talk nonsense!”
“America believes in education: the average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week.”
A blonde decided to redecorate her bedroom. She wasn’t sure how many rolls of wallpaper she would need, but she knew that her friend blonde friend from next door had recently done the same job and the two rooms were identical in size.
“Buffy,” she said, “how many rolls of wallpaper did you buy for your bedroom?”
“Ten,” said Buffy.
So the blonde bought the ten rolls of paper and did the job, but she had 2 rolls leftover.
“Buffy,” she said. “I bought ten rolls of wallpaper for the bedroom, but I’ve got 2 leftover!”
“Yes,” said Buffy. “So did I.”
“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.”
A taxpayer received a strongly worded “second notice” that his taxes were overdue. Hastening to the collector’s office, he paid his bill, saying apologetically that he had overlooked the first notice.
“Oh,” confided the collector with a smile, “we don’t send out first notices. We have found that the second notices are more effective.”
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
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